Fuck it, more Cleanser

You're freaking out, and being turned on doesn't help you focus. Tunnel vision sets in. Maybe - maybe one more can of Cleanser resets everything? Like a VCR clock going from 12:00 to 0:00?

You trip over yourself filling another can. You roughly shove it into Pearl's hands. "One more. Just one more, I swear. This is going to fix everything," you say. "If it doesn't -" you don't know what happens if it doesn't.

Pearl provides no pushback this time. She simply accepts the can, opens it, and drinks it down.

You watch, horrified, already regretting the rash decision. You're making it worse. You're fucking it up. You're fucking up Pearl, in the worst way possible.

Pearl sucks in a deep breath. She drops the can, forgetting it. It clatters emptily to the ground.

Another wave of chances pulses through her.

The remnants of Pearl's clothing - her underwear and socks, basically - disappear, leaving her naked and barefoot in the Popple lab. Left bare, her big boobs drop into view - they're capped with big fleshy nipples. A soft, slightly pudgy belly runs down to the smooth, hairless V between her thighs, the pale cleft of Pearl's sex unhidden from view.

Stunned, you gawk.

The remaining coloration fades from Pearl's body. Her lips, the tips of her fingers, and her nipples turn a grayish color. Her hair goes transparent, then fades away entirely, leaving Pearl totally bald. Even her eyebrows disappear.

The transition ends.

You're left with a bizarrely nude, curvy, almost featureless woman standing before you, staring forward with wide eyes, mouth slightly agape, expressionless.

You'd never guess this was Pearl in a million years if you hadn't witnessed (and caused) her transformation. Her face may be changed, sure, but you're unused to seeing Pearl without hair, or eyeshadow, or clothing. She looks almost like a doll.

At the thought, rabid arousal thrums through you.

"Pearl?"

No response. The buxom, but otherwise featureless girl stares forward.

"Are you alive?" What a dumb question. Of course she is, otherwise, she'd fall over. And you can see she's still breathing.

Pearl doesn't answer or react to the question in any way.

"Look at me."

She turns toward you. She still understands. She still knows words, at least.

When you lean to the left, or to the right, Pearl continues staring without blinking. Her eyes track your every movement. The robot-like behavior sends a shiver down your spine.

"Close your eyes," you try, giving her another command. She responded to the last one.

Pearl's eyes close.

"Turn around."

Pearl spins, flashing you her feminine, naked back and full ass.

"Stand on one leg?" She stands on one leg. "Clap your hands?" She claps. "Jiggle your boobs?" you ask, having fun now. Pearl grabs her full breasts and bounces them in her hands.

That last test is too much for you, and you're reminded of your uncomfortably swollen hard-on. "Stop, stop. Open your eyes again. And stand on both legs."

Pearl returns to a resting state.

"Do you know where you are?" you try. You're answered with silence. "Say where we are," you try again.

"Where we are," says Pearl, her voice barely above a whisper.

You smack yourself in the forehead. You rephrase. "Tell me where we are."

Pearl opens her mouth to reply, but only a small choked sound comes out.

"Why didn't you answer? Explain." She still responds to orders.

"I do not know where we are," answers Pearl.

"Answer my questions - shake your head if you don't know," you say. "What do you do in your free time?"

She shakes her head.

"What's your favorite band?"

She shakes her head.

"Do you know who I am?" Another shake. "Do you know who you are?" Another. "Can you tell me your name?"

Pearl shakes her head.

"Try to remember," you say. "Is there anything you do remember? Do you have any memories at all from before you drank the Cleanser?"

Pearl thinks hard for two minutes straight, eyes narrowing in slight concentration. But finally, she gives a slight shake of the head.

"No," she says.

It begins to sink in how fucked up this is. What have you done? Is there a way back? And holy fuck, will she really do anything you tell her to now? Your face feels hot. You'd never even consider messing with Pearl, she's your friend, but does this creepy naked bald chick really still count as Pearl, or did the Cleanser completely wash the girl she used to be away?